Return Of The Evanettes

Part Two

Polyjuice Potion

After a looooong sleep, which made James think I'd had a concussion and had been in a coma, I woke up, not so fresh and no so bright.

My head was pounding, my stomach was sore, my leg was throbbing and my nose felt like it was going to drop off.

And I think my head was missing a few chunks of hair.

I swear, I am going to find the Evanette that did that and rip all of her oddly coloured hair out.

I winced at everything I did.

Especially when I went to brush my hair.

At some point, when I was trying to comb it to see if it hurt less, Codee walked through the dorm door to tell me that James was hovering in the Common Room, and was refusing to go to any classes before seeing if I was alright.

Like I said before, its good to be loved.

'Tell him I'll be right down.' I told Codee, before she left with a hearty: 'Okie Dokie!'

I gave up on my hair and scrunched it up into a bun instead.

Then, I pulled on my robes and trudged downstairs, awaiting my fate.

James was waiting for me.

When he saw me, he ran up and I pecked him on the lips.

'How's my little Lily-cup?' Yes, we are one of those annoying couples who have 'adorable' names for each other. The things we do for love, eh?

'I'm great, slash slightly sore. How's my big James-bear?' I wrapped my arms around his neck and his went around me waist. I brought my nose in and we did a little Eskimo kiss.

'Oh please. Don't make me barf.' Sirius was behind James, rolling his eyes. A girl was hanging on his arm, his latest Beotch.

'Oh Si-si, why don't we ever do things like that?' The girl was one of those twee, blonde haired pouty girls that everyone loved when they were six-but-now-they're-fifteen-and-it's-kinda-scary-Mary-Sues. She was pouting now.

But Sirius would do anything for love.

'Oh, ok, my little…' You could actually see him racking his brains for a cute name that sounded like Chloé. Yes, it's not just Chloe. It's Chloé. With an accent.

'Chloé-Monkey?' he tried finally, wrinkling his eyebrows.

'Yaaay!' she screeched. 'And you're my little Si-si lamb!'

James and I laughed and released each other, linking hands and walking through the portrait hole. Behind us, you could here Sirius trying to persuade Chloé to change it to 'big' not 'little' and something more manly that Lamb.

It wasn't working.

Me and James had class together first, so I walked with him until I came across the girls' toilets. 'I'm just ganna pop in here, kay?'

I dodged inside, heading for the nearest cubicle.

One I had locked the door, I began to hear some girls talking.

I heard my name mentioned, so I strained my ears trying to listen to their conversation…

'How long will it take?' An impatient voice murmured.

'Shut up. We've been making it for weeks, it's almost done. By tonight, it should be good enough to drink.'

'Natalie, did you get some of her hairs last night?'

'A huge clump.'

- I am going to kill Natalie –

'Excellent. Well, by dinner time, lets just see how well our sweet James Potter knows Miss Evans.'

Then a array of sounds, that can only be described as cackling, filled the room.

I slipped out of the cubicle, half running to the door.

I didn't tell anyone what I'd heard.

When I got outside and James asked me if I was alright, I said I was fine.

But deep down, I knew I was screwed.

Await next chapter.

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